Conscience, man's moral medicine chest.

I think the Cincinnati Enquirer must be edited by children.

But they (the infantry) had no use for boys of twelve and thirteen, and before I had a chance in another war, the desire to kill people to whom I had not been introduced had passed away.

Good wine needs no bush; a jug is the thing.

When I reflect upon the number of disagreeable people who I know have gone to a better world, I am moved to lead a different life.

Familiarity breeds contempt. How accurate that is. The reason we hold truth in such respect is because we have so little opportunity to get familiar with it.

It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.